Novelas y relatos de Beastmen

The faint vibration humming beneath my skin. The kings' aura. Corbin led me through one of the massive archways and up a series of stone steps. The higher we climbed, the stronger the sensation became. And when I finally reached the top and looked down into the arena, my breath caught. Fenric, Rhydan, and Brammon were in the center of the coliseum. Fighting each other. All three had partially shifted into their beast forms. Fenric moved with terrifying speed, dark claws flashing whenever he struck. Rhydan's tail lashed through the air like a whip, each blow carrying enough force to crack stone. And Brammon stood like a mountain amidst the chaos, every footstep making the ground tremble.

A voice growled behind us, I quickly went and hide behind the beast and what surprise me the most is that he was sheilding me from the other man that just arrived, and his body had gone tensed. I look up at the man,he was tall but still not taller than the beast, his face was scary enough,his eyes were pure red, that not something you see everyday though. He would have been handsome to me, if not for his crook nose and arrogant appearance, the beast growled and it was obviously directed at me. There we go again, I forgot he read thoughts at times. "Stubborn pet you're having huh?" The guy insisted. "She isn't a pet and mind you Jared if you don't keep your fucking eye whore off her, I have

The Knight frowned and he soon rode off. "Who the hell is him?!" The second man grinned. "That's the Beast Dog! The beast Dog!!" The third man replied fearfully. (Beast Dog is a name given to those who have the lust for killing beasts. No matter how strong the beast is, they will make sure to fight it to the end, without surrending.) Every of the officials were all seated and the competition will soon begin. "And let the competition begin!!" In this competition, the amount of those participating are in three digit numbers. They are in a total of 500 disciples and they all have different levels of power according to the Teirs of their Body.

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

He then grabs him by the hair, pulling him up onto his knees, but seems to talk to the others that are standing around them. “The call that went out was to trap or capture her, not touch her in any way, who’s idea was it to disobey?” I am not surprised when no one owns up to being responsible, Zachariah doesn’t seem to like this so he snaps the guy's neck that he is holding and then attacks the rest of them, I gasp as I watch him fight because he seems to get bigger and change. When the fight is over, all five men are laying on the ground ripped to shreds. I take a step back and hit the guy behind me as I see the true form of the beast...

he starts but I cut him off waving my hand dismissively realising that his nervousness probably stemmed from a deep insecurity of not being accepted and being shunned and I couldn't help sympathic feeling towards him, towards Beasty. "No need to cuss Beasty. I can smell your nervousness, There's no need to be nervous, I get what's it like to be different and have people not understand. I can smell the strong barbarian pack member scent, and I have no intention to reveal your secret. I'll finish your coffee Beasty, and you can be on your way." "Beasty?" he asks with a slight furrowed brow but a smile playing on his lips and I chuckle turning my back to him so I can finish his coffee

asked Asher, the first thing he really had to say about any of this. It was an ironic question, as the fact that animals were birthed by human looking women made little sense in general, but in this world, it was normal. And in this world, they too did have wild, un-shifting counterparts to their beast forms, but there was absolutely no relation. The Beastmen and the wild animals did not acknowledge each other. They had no kinship. In fact, the Beastmen actively hunted the wild animals of their kind, as their preferred clothing was made out of the hides of their familiar forms, if practical. Tigers liked to wear tiger striped hi

The EMT lady cried in frustration. “I do not believe our perpetrator is a who. It shows more of a what, from the appearance of this death scene. Perhaps, a male black bear that preys on humans. They are hostile toward people, and whatever did this appears aggressive. It could be anything, although I won't accept this as the result of some human being doing.” The police director reveals this to his subordinates. “If this is an attack of a beast, then we are obliged to keep our eyes observant and ears alert. It could be lurking in the shadows. Stay wide-awake chaps, do not let your defenses down! Have your guns on standby and flashlight focus!” Another police officer shouted.

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

I stared at the spot where the giant beast lay, and its position was a man bent on his knees. He had the palest of skins, like a corpse and long silvery hair, just like the beasts. The man began moving, he stood from the floor and stretched out. I let out a gasp, I couldn't believe the man that stood before me was the same beast that prowled the forest. His hair fell to his shoulders and shone in the faint moonlight. The only thing that reassured me that this was the same beast was his aura and the wicked glint in his eyes. Fear rooted me to the ground. This was what it meant to be face to face with death. I struggled to move back, and in doing so, I stumbled on a rock.